Trick or Treat Trot 2012 (5k story)

A post one week late seems appropriate for a race that I started late. I was half way across the parking lot when they sounded the horn. But it was chip timed, so I didn't mind. I strolled to the starting line and took off. Starting late was kinda nice, no crowd, and I never got passed.

The cops stopped traffic for us, and I got a high five from one of the boys in blue. We ran around downtown and I sprinted the last two blocks (yeah that sucks.) When I checked my times, I was first in my age group. 9th overall, but first in my age group! It was a bit cold and they weren't announcing the winners until everyone finished. This race had a 10 and maybe a 20k involved so I found shelter in the Habitat for Humanity thrift shop, this could take a few hours. While I was looking at wooden carved fish, outside they changed plans and were announcing winners of the 5k.

When I finally strolled out, they announced the winner of the 50-59 age group. Crap! My first gold and I missed it. When they were done I walked up to the stage and asked, "Can I get an award?" I think they thought I was challenged. I explained who I was and that I was in the thrift shop, and they asked me to remove my hat and they put the prize abound my neck. This was my first gold, not my first 1st, I've got hats and blue ribbons, but this was the first gold. I felt good until I looked online and saw that there were only 3 in my age group. And to make matters worse, the top 3 in the age group above me, had better times.

That's old-man-fast and I hope to grow into those running shoes. To sum up this race, don't let the word Trot dissuade you, you'll run without the runs. And it's chip timed, so come when you can. But don't get lured in by the carved wooden fishes, or you may miss your name being called out.

Time: 24:39. 9th & 1st. Soundtrack: Japandroids, Celebration Rock.

Noggin Roundup 2012 (5k story)

I'm only a week out of Mummers (the most physically taxing and unhealthy time of my year,) but I saw a run and thought I'd take part in it. At Midland College (nice flat, I've run it before,) at 9:30 (almost too late for West Texas,) and only $15 (proceeds benefiting babies' heads.)

I paid my money and was handed a shirt. I asked, "Do I get a number?" and was told, "No, this isn't a timed run." I don't even know what that means.

The start was announced as, "Go down to the road and make a right." So I marched down to the road, asking someone along the way, "Is this the start?" "It is for me," the fellow runner replied. OK then, I guess we're off.

Five minutes in, my pace was just under eight minutes per mile. That's just sad, I do that on my own with no one watching.

I picked up the pace a bit running behind a red-shirt, until he took a stroller from someone along the way and started pushing it along. I passed him and a few others.

The last lap ended with a sprint. When I drove up I noticed a checkered flag at the side of the road. The announcer said something about it being one mile to go, actually I think she said it was the one mile mark. But when I passed it I took off, passing a few more people along the way.

I pulled my phone out to see how far I had to go (via Nike+,) and was informed I had run 3.4 miles. I kept going, even though I didn't see a finish line. I jumped over a low saw horse barrier and tapped my phone again, (I guess I hit the wrong button because a few minutes later the robotic female voice said, "30 minutes...")

I think I did the 3.5 miles in around 26 minutes. I have no idea where I placed, and I'm not even sure if I even finished in the right spot. But it was 60 degrees out, not too tough, and after the race I joked with the red-shirt about, "This guy had time the kidnap a baby along the way."

Not bad for a preseason race. But if they're not going to give us numbers before the race, at least have a finish line at the end with someone saying, "You're 8th, you're 9th, you're 10th..."

I do run better with a pack

...but through alleys and mesquite fields, I don't think I'm ready to lose the shoes.

40 is Fast! (5k story)

I started this post about a week ago. It was witty and all (something about paying money or giving blood to enter, then something about vampires,) but I didn't save it. I just hit Copy, with thoughts of hitting Paste when I got back to it. I'm back to it now, but hitting Paste just reminds me of a lunch appointment. Let's just skip the witty bits about fast old men being vampires and get right to the numbers.

In the 5k - 300 people
In the 10k - 110 people
And in the 1/2 marathon -138 people

(Those are the people who will be chasing me.)

The race was big and well put on. Chip timing, police blocking traffic, and moist towels along the rout. Only two problems; it was short (according to Nike+ GPS), and they invited a lot of old fast guys (vampires.)

In my age group I finished 4th (the first loser) with a time of 23:31 (first place in the age group just two months younger was 23:30.) But the GPS said I still had 0.3 miles to go, so they took my chip and I took off running across the parking lot for the full 3.1 and another minute. (full 5k results here)

But they fed us well with pizza, rolls, sports drink, and some delicious noodles from The King and I (wish I knew what it was, I'd order it right off their menu.)

So it's, welcome to the new faster league, for me. And if you want to find out how you measure up with your age group, below is a link. My tip, don't turn 40, them vampires are out for blood.
Don,t click this, it will make you sad, (or go faster.)

It's Not as Easy as it Looks (5k story)

I'm not talking about running in a 5k. My friends who run marathons and half-marathons would laugh me off the internet for that. I'm talking about running a 5k event. The planning, organization, and staging of the race. I found that out this weekend when I participated in the first ever Upward Bound TRiO Day 5k Run and Walk at Midland College.

The Bad
I'll start with the bitches and complaints.
The course was confusing. Around the MC loop is only 1.1 miles so they needed to add some detours. (I just wrote out a complete path description. Way boring. Let's just say...) It was two loops, two times around the Chap center and once to the I Street entrance gate. Not a problem if you have knowledgeable volunteers directing runners. And there's the problem. Some volunteers pointed the right way, some pointed the wrong way, and some just let the sign hang at their side, pointing to the ground. A bit of misguidance added almost half a mile to my run.
The coarse was not closed as suggested. I kinda figured this from the beginning. When you have students living on campus working jobs off campus, you're going to have some weekend traffic. That and there was a tennis tournament going on.

The age groups seemed odd. 17 and under, 18-35, 35 and up. And gender was not taken into account.
They ran out of tees. Personally, I don't see this as a problem (because I pre-register)
But the biggest problem of all, NO NUMBERS!

The Good
Now that that's out of the way, it did have many benefits.
The entry was only $15, in advanced or on race day.
A live DJ provided pre-race entertainment and energy.
Before the race, runners were guided through stretches and warm ups.
After the race, there were a lot of door prizes and hand outs. Everyone in my group went home with something.
The bronze medal I won had the date and event engraved on the back. This was a nice touch. I had to take a Sharpie to the ones I've won in the past.
And there were about a dozen oranges for each runner after the race.

The Future
All that said, would I participate in this run again? Sure.
This was their first year, so they were bound to be mistakes.
One being, the backs of the tee-shirts were not covered in logos or company names. I'm thinking that's a missed opportunity for extra revenue.
And that's what it's really all about, raising money for a good cause.
That, and the numbers. YOU GOTTA GET NUMBERS FOR NEXT YEAR!

First race in my new shoes. (the box is a pedometer door prize I won)

Nike+ GPS put my 5k time at 24:28

And full race time is flipped to 28:24 (that takes into account the extra distance I ran, and the time I stood at the finish table bitching about the extra distance I ran, instead of pushing stop on the timer.)

I'm not sure what time they call out from the stage, I was busy filling up on oranges.

Austin Half-Marathon: Complete

13.1 Miles won and done. To sum up the Austin Marathon in one word: Hilly.

Finishing was surreal to say the least. I can honestly say that running for 2 and a half hours straight is something not easily done but achievable. And I did run the entire time.

Race started at 7am but this being the Austin Marathon and Half-Marathon, I had to be up at 4:15. Waking up that early was not hard due to the combination of nerves and excitement. I ran the half-marathon with my girlfriend, Jen*, along with her roommate Shannon and Shannon's dad. Shannon and her dad were both a little more psychotic than Jen and I and decided to run the full marathon. Ballsy, to say the least.



The race itself was incredibly fun. Starting off at our state capitol was incredibly cool as was being surrounded by so many other runners.



Getting the race started, it was tough to not start sprinting with all the anticipation built up inside of me but the notion that I had 13.1 to run made it a little easier to ease out of the gate.

So many people lined the streets and so many runners were alongside us the entire time that stopping never really crossed my mind. They had really cool signs that read "Run like zombies are chasing you" and "Worst Parade Ever." Bands played alongside the road and people cheered and held up signs. It was all so cool it made me forget the lonely 5K in Monahans where I pretty much ran the entire last mile by myself. The most inspiring sign was along mile 9 which was the Livestrong Mile. One spectator, a cancer survivor, held up a sign that read "You're running this for me." It was really hard to even fathom quitting after seeing that one.

Along the way, legs starting hurting a bit and the race seemed pretty endless but the entire atmosphere and running alongside Jen made it so much more fun and easy.

Even mile 12, which contained the biggest hill of the entire, was scaled and conquered. And seeing the sign that said "only 600 meters to go" was the sweetest thing I saw all day. Well, sweetest next to actually crossing the finish line. Official time was 2:35:05. Not too shabby considering I only started running in November and my longest run up to that point was 5.6 miles. Jen and I stayed together the entire time and finished with the exact same time. I can confidently say that I probably wouldn't have been able to do it without her. She made the hills a lot easier.

Upon finishing, we got our finisher medals, some food, cool swag and then waited for Shannon and her dad to finish up. We met up with other runners and congratulated others who finished.



Shannon and her dad finished up the full marathon together and we couldn't have been more proud of them. Seeing them definitely made me want to try a full marathon at some point soon.



And Lonnie and Brent will be happy to know that I managed to score a post-race beer courtesy of Shannon's mom. A woman, who I have to note, can party harder than most people I know.



Overall, I'm really glad I ran the Austin Half-Marathon. Despite the soreness all over my lower body, I wouldn't hesitate to do it again. Especially with such great company. I can't express how appreciative I am to Jen, my parents, Shannon, her parents, the city of Austin, all the other runners and spectators, and all of my friends who sometimes run with me but are always encouraging.




*One funny note was that Jen awoke at 1:15 thinking it was 4:15 and proceeded to enthusiastically brush her teeth. My immediate response to her jovial brushing was a gruff "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The Mountain Monster (5k story)

Ran my first race at Big Spring State Park. The official name was Run2Love2Run, a Valentine themed race, including prizes for costumes and top three couples.

It starts at the park headquarters, you run down to the scenic loop, around the loop, and back up to finish at headquarters. It's 3.3 miles, the highest elevation is 2794 feet and the lowest is 2639. So it's no monster of a mountain, but with high winds and the temperature right at 32, the race was still full of challenges.

From the start we run into the wind but quickly make a hairpin right and head downhill. This is great for about three seconds, then I remember, I'll be making this climb at the tail end of the race. The herd spread out and I have some time to enjoy the scenery. There's the big hospital, a water tower, that old hotel, some windmills, looks like a shopping center, and of coarse bushes cacti and rocks. Not bad and not cold.

Mile two is just before the park entrance, the lowest point of the run, it's all uphill from here. By now the cold isn't a problem. I'm quite comfy and warn. When I make the full loop and turn onto the road to headquarters/finish/my car/a place to stop this nonsense, I am burning up. My hands are cooking inside my gloves. My music has stopped. I'm making some sort of animal sounds. And waiting patiently for my return, that last hill. I push my way up with every step fighting the urge to stop, die, or even worse walk. I make the hairpin turn and hear footsteps behind me. Oh no you don't! I have held the same place in this race, with plenty of space ahead of me and plenty behind me, and you're going to creep up on me here at the end and knock me down a position. No! The terror kicks in and I sprint the last 200 feet of the race.

Official result haven't been posted yet. I think I was in the top ten to finish. Nike+ GPS says my 5k time was 25:30 and my race time was 26:58 (that includes the time it takes to remember it's running and hit stop.)

Big Spring is planning five more runs in the park this year, four at night. Bring your own fruit and Gatorade, they only provided water today. But I did get a great long sleeve performance tee and of course, I got my numbers.

Pumped Up Kicks

After a 5.6 mile run across Midland, it was glaringly obvious that I needed some new runners. The Shox had done me well (got me the 4.6 miles up to the top of Guadalupe Peak) but they were heavy and, like a grandma's bra, losing support.

I went online to do research and after navigating through the plethora of "Shit So-and-So Says" Videos, facebook statuses, and LOLCats, I discovered the Adidas Zero Rush Shoes.

They looked cool, had good buzz, and being a fan of all things Adidas, they appealed to me. Went to Finish Line and tried them on. Like wearing nothing at all. Super, super light but not at the expense of support. PLUS, I got a free t-shirt out of the deal. In my size, no less (Suck it JINGLE BELL RUN 5K).

These will be the babies I wear when I finish 5K in Big Spring on the 11th and 13.1 miles in Austin on the 19th.

T-Minus 19 days until Austin.

Austin Half-Marathon

T-Minus 23 days until the Austin Marathon. Or, Half-Marathon in my case. For those that would like to track progress in real-time, you can download the Austin Marathon App for iPhone or Android.



That way when you're sitting around on Sunday, you can laugh at my dumbass as I trudge along 13.1 miles.

Running, Seriously?

Lonnie, I didn't know you run.

Of course, we all do. If you're chased, you run. If you chase, you run. If you gotta be there soon and you're not in a car, you run.

Is running a real sport?

The challenge is simple. "I can be over there before you." In the past it was because a wild animal would eat the loser. Now we just do it so the winners can get shiny pendants on cloth necklaces. (I like the idea of the old style better.)

When do you know you've crossed the line and become serious about running?

It's the same as any other sport. First, you buy shoes. Golf shoes. Bowling shoes. Racquetball shoes. Cleats. Next, you pay-to-play. In most sports this happens very early (golf, bowling.) In running, you never need to pay, the world is your court (all but the watery bits.) So if you do pay to run, yeah you're crossing a line. Other signs include: traveling for an event, recruiting others to play, bragging about your results, (or writing a blog post.) And let's not forget practice.

Well it sounds like anything could be a sport. I buy beer (pay,) "recruit" my friends, travel to a party, and brag when I beat them at beer pong.

Dedicated shoes are a must.

Running Kinda Sucks While You're Doing It.

But as much as it sucks, it seems like I must like it at least a little bit to devote a blog to it. The fact that I don't write it on my own time make it easier but I digress.

This entire little running venture came about after a seemingly normal Facebook status update from a friend saying he was running in a 5K. The Kick for Kenya 5K at Golf Course Church of Christ in Midland, TX, to be specific. Having lapsed in the running game for a while due to injuries sustained in a car wreck and just general American apathy, I decided to join him. Lonnie Richardson and our now-in-the-Navy friend, Martin Arevalo joined, as well.



With only a real month of training, I ran this thing and finished with a decent time, much to my own surprise. I kinda got hooked after that. My only real problem with the entire race atmosphere was that they served orange slices post-race but a bottle of Blue Moon nor Shock Top was nowhere to be found (We remedied this at another 5K but that's another story).

Personally, I run because it's kinda cool to see yourself get better at something with tangible evidence that you are. And also, I like collecting those numbers. I'd say I enjoy the charity aspect of it but honestly, aside from the Kenya 5K which tells you in the title who it's for, I don't really do it for that.

And now, I'm committed to running in the Austin Half-Marathon on February 19th. I anticipate major suckage during that race but I'm sure I'll act like it was really fun days later.